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No mere river, thou art nation’s heartbeat,
That you came from heaven may be a myth,
Not that for common good ye fell beneath,
For centuries ye lift people’s spirit.
Let me call thee India’s stand-in sub soul,
O Brahma-vari, heaven’s holy waters,
Thou worshipped art in thy all as a whole,
I bow to Thee, Holiest of all Daughters.
Many a meditating muni’s mind
Mused were by thy serene, calming presence,
And far from the humdrum of mundane grind,
Shelter have found at thy banks for long hence.
King Bhagirath’s penance once brought ye here,
In penitence to wash ancestors’ sins,
With this hoary burden of long ye steer,
We need a new Bhagirath ye to cleanse.
Ye had, we know, condescended to come,
Known as Brahma’s haughtiest of daughters,
Boasting of ‘my cascading flood waters’,
Shiva tamed thee, taught a lesson wholesome.
Sad, mere rituals seem all that remain
Today, wreaking ‘pon thy soul vast damage,
Yet, all this done is in thy holy name,
Ye sure suffer, suffer in silent rage.
A holy thee flows in all us within,
We need not come to thee to wash our sin,
Bathe nor worship, sully thy soul so clean,
But people are what they have always been.
O Mother, under thy sons’ sins ye moan
As ye thyself need a bath of thy own.
A poet was so pained and hurt to call:
O Ganga, why ye care to flow at all! ____________________________________________
Brahma-vari in Sanskrit means (holy) water from Brahma, the supreme creator. Bhagirath (Sanskrit: ?????, Bhagiratha), a legendary king of Ikshvaku dynasty who brought the Sacred River Ganges (personified as the Hindu River Goddess Ganga) to earth from heaven to liberate his ancestors and Sagar’s sons from sins.
Ode |16.05.2021|
Topic: river, mother
Western theo-logic:
Christ's (God's, Progenitor's, Allah's, etc.)
redemptive economy of grace
leads to Divine/human universal salvation.
Eastern teleo-logic:
Buddhist (Hindu, Taoist, etc.)
co-redemptive ecology of karma
leads to sacred/secular unitarian compassion.
So,
Western theo-monoculture = Eastern teleo-polyculture
salvation = compassion
healthy economy = wealthy ecology
transcendent grace = immanent karma
universalist-ectosystemic = unitarian-endosystemic.
Human West-dominant/East-recessive enculturation
has a universalist deductive dualistic perspective,
which unitarian inductive feelings cannot fully articulate,
while disuniting ego/anthro-centered parts
of EarthTribe panentheistic holiness
has a reductive function,
which indigenous neurosystemic intuition
of ecosystemic solidarity
cannot fully explain,
to paraphrase Alan Watts.
Right brain co-passionate unitarians
greet Left brain dominant universalists,
to bihemispherically co-arise
bicameral co-redemption.
Universally present time
meets uniting three-dimensional space,
as bilateral Yin/Yang Eastern cooperative enculturation
mutually bows with
trinitarian empowered YangDominance
versus Yintegrity
Western competitive anthropocentric salvation
reverses Eastern cooperative EarthTribe co-redemption.
The crowning wealth
of Western monotheism
is bilaterally rooted
in polycultural health of East
co-passionately greets Western
world views
of anthropocentric
GodMan-infested
HisStorical,
sometimes hysterical,
HisClerical destiny.
meets East
Midway.
I have lived a thousand lives, died a thousand deaths.
I have loved women unbounded and fathered an army of children.
I have killed and healed, stolen and blessed, fought and fled.
Jew, Christian, Muslim I have been-- Buddhist, Hindu and Jain, too.
I worshiped the sun and Thor, pagan gods galore....
I was atheist, agnostic, Marxist, and often, just indifferent.
I was cruel, I was kind, I was hateful, I was forgiving.
I laid waste to cities and wrote operas and symphonies
and little songs to dance around forever in your head....
I was poet and philanderer, philosopher and philanthropist,
theologian and scientist-- also guard and prisoner, and
many, many times, false lover or the one betrayed....
All my lives were dreams, each slipping away to be forgotten
early in dawn of the next life, none to be recalled until I awaken
in the time beyond time....
I'm American and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm European and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm Oceanian and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm African and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm Asian and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm Antarctican and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm only civilized and I'm white!
-Really?
I'm only civilized cause I'm from oppressed black!
-Really?
I'm Hindu and I'm civilized!
I'm Buddhist and I'm civilized!
I'm a Jew and I'm civilized!
I'm Christian and I'm civilized!
I'm Muslim and I'm civilized!
I'm Sikh and I'm civilized!
I'm Jain and I'm civilized!
-Really?
-Really?
-Really?
One drop of blood is laughing behind my (venomous) teeth!
I'm civilized! And I only stand on (lame) peaceful feet!
And I greet you all to learn from my civilized myth!
I'm civilized!
I'm civilized!
I'm civilized!
-Really!
Oh! all you're funny trader
crawling as hidden viper!
©Mahtab Bangalee, Chattogram
July 12, 2018
Meer Bai (1498-1546) was a Hindu mystic, musician, poet, and saint. She was born to a royal house, but gave up all privilege to live as a beggar, singing of her true love Krishna along the byways and in the marketplace. I have adapted two of her poems, striving as best I might to capture my sense of her person and persona.
I.
I want you to have all that I can provide:
The beauty of my gaze upon you
The grace of my mouth that praises you
The splendor of my strength in your defense
The glory of the scent of musk that is my body
For do we not speak of divine love?
We do.
II.
Never let it be forgotten, my love,
That I will bring to you
All the madness you require
To unfurl yourself
Across this universe.
Waves of thought to the innocent mind come
if form of work is religion
why there are differences real fake
why someone is Hindu and Muslim is someone?
Why is there so much difference between the temple and the mosque?
people are dying and killing degrading religion.
why they are fierce one by one
some say my religion is real, some say look, I have done.
Why do people go to riots to kill other religion?
why everyone in the country and abroad killing in turn?
fire breaks out in the countries and hundreds of people are dying
today in Bengal tomorrow in India thereon.
This country breaks the mosque, the other breaking honour
storms of thinking stirs the innocent mind, hundreds up on.
That's who is my father, you say husband
and Tama call him dadu in love and affection,
can they ever be different person!!
why don't people understand to take a lesson?
That's who is the Ishwar or Allah, is the God too
why do people go to war thinking it's not true?
Tears seems like blood flows down through chin of the mom
sobbing in eyes in the memory remembering that storm.
That day she lost her husband; lost father her son
is it so her son talking such the sentences in turn?
Khokon is crying, his mom is crying and the poet's mind too
why is religion is so fierce which burns the soul through?
All them carry the blood red,same limbs, all them same grief and pain
victims like khokon and his daddy, is there any religion where is none.
Please tell the Labor pains, the story of birth
mother and her love and affection
there is no wave of concussion in love in pain
where is such a religion, can you tell?
It is absolutely true all they are same, as like as death is absolute
may you call Ishwar or Allah and the Rahim or Ram; same the route.
All of them are the same and the ocean of mercy
manifestations of world development are always indebted to them to put.
The Boatman’s Song 3/ Many
Indra was aware that Apsaras Urveshi
Was the incarnation of heavenly beauty
And her restlessness and impatience can spoil
The very beauty of her body and dance
Which was the pride and embodiment of perfection
He also knew that without Urveshi
Even the heaven would look lifeless, without any beauty
Everyone in heaven had thrown their hearts
To get only one glance of Urveshi’s adorable loving eyes
During her dancing sessions, the junior Gods of Indra used to remain glued
Sometimes forgetting even their breathing
Such was the magic of her beauty, dance and songs
Even Indra often found himself lost in beholding
The flawless figure of her body and her lovely dance forms
And such was her dancing skills that even Apsaras
Used to get lost in the sweetness of her voice
And the thrilling and joy of her skillful dance
Lord Indra’s realization of Urveshi’s feelings
Indra was thinking, whether to allow her to visit the earth
To hear the melodies of the boatman or
Not to allow her, as it could be risky for a woman like Urveshi
Urveshi may get tempted and may fall in love
With that earthly voiced singer, whose songs
Are echoing beyond the horizons of earth
And have reached even in the sphere of heaven
Indra was aware that Urveshi was the most beautiful
Among all the Apsaras of heaven and of the entire universe
And if she keep on worrying about the boatman’s songs
At the cost of her dances, joys and pleasures
It was going to spoil her lavishly bestowed beauty
Which glitters and glow or get pale on a woman
As per the love or longings blows in her heart and reflects on her face
Ravindra
to continue…
Kanpur India 6th January 2010
* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra
* Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge, music & arts)
* Jungle (Forest)
Ice Sleep Quickly...
Slowly counting backwards from one hundred
if restless, yet most every night/early morning,
when tiredness defeats ability to remain alert
though rarely these days no difficulty to dream
way before mentally mouthing the number zero,
a segue way into unconscious state disengages
awareness, nor does yours truly recount numb
burr, nor REM member upon awakening hours
later how far from first triple digit to nought, I
ceased noiselessly iterated theoretical string of
symbols (representing whole sum quantity), the
likes linkedin to the Hindu-Arabic numeral cyst-
stem attributed to two Indian mathematicians awk
credited with developing mode to abstract former
lee bird den some assignation expressing a short
shorthand to conveniently represent a numerical
value, honor belongs to Aryabhata of Kushuma-
pura developed the place-value notation in the
fifth century, and about one hundred years later
Brahmagupta introduced important symbol for
zero, without such (now obvious) methodology,
this nocturnal primate, would most likely resort
to awkward, bulky, clumsy, et cetera alternative,
sans Roman numerals silently with eyelids shut
tight, thus imagine if ye will this sir soundlessly
enunciating c, xcix, xcviii...praying to dog never
reaching the lowest solitary i, cuz this mister, he
would never be accountable waking bolt upright
resembling a zombie emitting nought a peep, cuz
this suddenly duped frenzied hotmail, would have
zero choice!
With love all
OM Jagdish
Aghori tantracharya
Om Jagdish & durga Kali
Dev (kula)
Son. Krishna (brahmcharya)
Daughter, sarswati, clay son ganadish
OM Jagdish & renuka devi
Danav( kula )
Son ravan (yamraj) , wife sita
Son Shani Dev karma data
Brother Rahu & keytu
Younger sister vaishali
OM Jagdish & sarswati Devi
Manav (kula)
Daughter, vedantika ( fiance of danav kula Shani Dev)
OM Jagdish & vaishali
Lovers (Kama Sutra)
Rest respected (kula nayaka)
Hanuman ji guru
Narayan Ji measnger & vastu
A rat library
Flying bird
64 yogini
Sai baba
Devil.....
Respected manava as more than kula
Guru ji sant asharamji
Maruti b father
Leelawati b mother
Vidya Shree
&
Vaishali baskaran family
&
Foolish A smile dharma
Hindu
Place: 10th planet
Remark to this planet:*******************
OM Jagdish Aghori tantracharya
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I reincarnated a few years after you,
Because I needed more time to go through
Learning how beliefs I was taught won't do.
I learned how to be more like you too.
I reincarnated to remind you what we are,
For our eternal love is brighter than any star,
And what we have is why I feel we'll go far.
I learned how to truly love and never scar.
I reincarnated into a life full of signs of you,
Signs preluding sacred love that was due,
Signs pointing to a religion that is most true.
I learned how I am meant to be a Hindu.
I reincarnated with my natural gift of poetry,
My poems, even before you, are a prophecy
Of how we have always been meant to be.
I learned it is you who will forever love me.